My Love Journey's
Work Day

From: Paul: I can't stop thinking about you while wearing that night's dress x

I smiled amusedly read the message and slipped the phone into the pocket of my uniform.

"Bianka, nice!" Dr. Grey put up his glasses and turned my head to enter the treatment room.

On the patient's bed lay a man who was severely drunk with a bandage wrapped around his head.

"I need your help checking the situation, changing the bandage, and installing the infusion hose." Dr's orders. Grey to me.

"All right, Doc." Feeling like to make her happy, without waiting for a long time I immediately approached the patient's bed while Dr. Grey out of the treatment room.

"Good morning, sir." I smiled at the drunk guy. "Do you mind if I change your bandage now?"

"Absolutely not, luv." He looked at me, and a strong smell of alcohol evaporated from his mouth. Trying to be professional, I ignored the inconvenience.

He watched me closely as I changed the bandage on his head. "Eyy, aren't you the sexy nurse people are talking about?" He was slurping, trying to straighten his body.

"Sir, please be quiet for a moment" I said. "If you want to sit down, I can gladly raise the back of the bed..."

It felt really sad for me to see him this drunk when the new clock showed the number ten in the morning. I've been in the hospital since four o'clock in the morning, but the drunks always seem to start coming around this time. Some of them may drink overnight, while others drink as soon as the sun rises.

When I raised the bed rest to facilitate my change of bandage, the man quickly extended his hand and clutched my buttocks hard, until the tip of his fingers felt stuck in my skin.

Spontaneously I screeched and jumped over his brazen actions. Don't want to make excessive drama that might make Dr. Grey thinks I'm incompetent, I decided to try again.

"Sir, it's a form of sexual violence. Please, let me help you quietly." I still maintain courtesy even though my voice is quite vibrating.

This man, who was losing his mind, kept looking at me. "Did you let Paul Klug do that to you, luv?" ask her with a disgusting grin.

I sighed, holding myself back from hitting him. "I'll take off your bandage now. I can call the security guard to take care of you if you dare to touch me one more time."

"Ah, you suck." she snored while chuckling.

I continued to open the bandage while keeping an eye on the movement of his hands. Then I threw out the old bandage and wrapped the new one around his head. "I'll prepare an infusion for you, sir, it can help balance your body fluids given the current amount of alcohol in your blood."

"Do you know what I like so much right now, Miss Nurse?" He asked me to come closer. I just took a step forward, keeping a safe distance so that he couldn't touch me.

"What do you like, sir?" I asked, still being polite even though I can guess the next one will come out of his mouth is something sickening.

A line of sneaky grins that appeared at the corners of his lips was truly disgusting. And what makes this situation even more uncomfortable is that she knows that Paul and I are in a relationship.

"You shut that door, then you show me what's behind your uniform..."

I chose to ignore his words and put the examination information board into the buffer at the foot of the patient's bed. It looks like he fell while drunk, causing him to have a concussion and end up in the hospital.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, sir. Stay where you are." I turned my legs and stepped outside the room.

I've never had a patient like this before at this hospital. I know Dr. Grey is testing me, seeing how I'm going to deal with patients who could potentially commit sexual crimes.

"It's over, sir." I carried an infusion bottle on the support, a hose made of plastic dangling from there to the needle stuck in the back of his hand. "This will keep your body validated and..."

"You must be wearing beautiful underwear behind your uniform" he said, pulling the front of my uniform.

"Enough, sir." I said firmly.

I looked back to see Dr. Grey stood in front of the door, watching the room closely. I pushed the man's hand and took a step back from the edge of the bed. He was so drunk that he could barely maintain balance.

"I'm back in an hour to check on you, sir. You can rest now."

She muttered something inappropriate to hear as I stepped towards the door and followed Dr. Greys. "Good work, Bianka" he said, nodding his head. "Now, I need your help examining a pregnant woman. She was eight months old and had cramps in her lower abdomen..."

***

"How has your relationship with Elise progressed?" I asked Stacey as soon as a waiter at a small restaurant delivered our order.

She smiles. "Very fast. I really thought we might go in a clearer direction... Well, we chatted and kissed. So far, that's all that's happened."

"Aww, that's sweet." I said, along with feeling the happiness that my good friend felt.

"Yes, I don't know, I don't want to push her too much" Stacey said, gulping down her water.

I'm nodding. "So much better. Follow where the current flows." I murmured.

"I agree. Hey, you know what? Someone leaked about your plans to see Paul in Russia next week to reporters" Stacey announced.

I cringe, confused. My friends already knew the possibility that I would fly to Russia, but I have not told them at all. The only ones who know for sure about the plan are Paul, my father, Louis, and Lucy.

"Oh," I'm at a loss for words. This is really crazy, how could something I haven't told my friends is already widespread in the media?

Could anyone else have heard our chat at the club at the time and drawn a unilateral conclusion? Louis can't do that, I know him. So did my father. But, Lucy...is he the one who leaked it?

"By the way, how's your relationship going?" ask Stacey.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's still fine. I had nowhere to watch their match against Belgium last night, I was sprawled as soon as I got home." I said with a laugh. "And now I feel bad."

"Gift!" He shakes in disbelief. "He can't force you to watch their every game."

"Absolutely not, S. It was the first game after his injury, and the newspaper this morning said it was not his best performance. In addition, they will soon enter the final round..."

"Bianka, listen to me. Just like you, I don't know anything about football, but I believe in what I read in the papers." Stacey grinned. "Germany can certainly destroy France, and come out victorious." I laugh.

I told Paul and I went to my father's house last weekend to Stacey, and about how good Lucy was to me, even after I caught him and Paul quietly chatting.

"At least suspicious. I don't like it." Stacey concluded.